Dr. Daddy Dom (Little Lake Bridgeport 2)

by Breanna Hayse

  "Your cock," she whispered. "Please…"

  "Are you sure? I'm bigger than this."

  "Yes! Hurry!" she begged. Ian needed no second invitation and freed his starving manhood from the confining material. His fingers continued to caress, pinch and circle her clit as he gently dipped the tip of his member into the mouth of her pussy for some additional lubrication and then aimed it at her plug-filled hole. Tugging at the base of the purple plug to remove it, Ian quickly replaced it with the tip of his cock and slowly edged inside.

  "Are you all right?" he asked with concern, sliding deeper inside her tight orifice.

  "Oh my God! Yes! Move it in me," she begged.

  He lifted her ankles to rest on his shoulders and held her hips in place as he started to fuck her asshole with vigor. The pillow was tossed aside and revealed the rolling of her eyes as she lost herself to sensation. "More! More!"

  He obliged, using his right hand to return to her clit and flick it. Her response was immediate and she roared with an animalistic growl as her body slipped from the precipice of the present and into the waves of the divine. The clutching and milking of her bowels around his cock pulled him over with her as hot waves of cum shot like bullets into her dark recesses.

  Finally limp beneath him, Savannah forced her eyes open as his spent cock slid from her body. "I didn't know it could feel so good," she whispered hoarsely.

  Ian nodded, putting balm on her lips and then offering her a drink from her water bottle.

  "It can be even better. I've been wanting to do that since the moment you first wiggled that gorgeous ass in front of me."

  "All these years, and the things I've missed because I was scared."

  "We're very lucky in that it's not too late. Let me clean you up and then get you some lunch. Are you hungry?" he asked.

  "Famished. I love you, Ian. Thank you. I'm so grateful that you took control and did this… all this for us."

  Those words and her bright smile made Ian's heart leap with joy. Not only was their marriage saved, but the door had finally opened to the passion he desired. He couldn't wait to share the news, however, there was something more important to tell his friends.

  "You're welcome, cupcake. I'll be right back. I need to let Layton know about the trust fund that your father is holding from you."

  "Okay. Hurry, I want to be cuddled."

  Chapter 14

  "Daddy? When are they gonna be here?" May asked, bouncing in her chair.

  "I told you, in about ten minutes. Settle down, please. Layton's getting annoyed," Caine warned, nodding towards his scowling brother.

  "I'm not annoyed, I'm tired."

  "Then you shouldn't have stayed up past your bedtime doing work," May said smartly.

  "Do I need to remind you that staying up doing work pays for your Ninja Turtles and Legos?" Layton retorted.

  "I'd rather have you un-grouchy. You've been a butthead ever since we came back from vacation."

  "I've had a lot on my mind, babygirl, and could use a little sympathy. They still can't find Savannah's father," he said with concern to Caine. "He keeps leaving messages on her old number, but they can't get a trace on it."

  "We just need to stay alert and be watching. Does he know that you got a search warrant for his house?" Caine asked.

  "I don't think he's even been back there. Ian's been to the old construction site several times, but there is no sign that he's been followed."

  "He'll show up eventually. Savannah has something that he wants, and he's not going to give it up easily."

  "What does she have, Daddy?" May asked, her big eyes staring at him.

  Caine lovingly ran the backs of his fingers down the side of her face. "A trust fund of some sort. Ian told us about it last night when he called. Is your cell phone charged?"

  "Oh, I know about that. And yes, Daddy, it's charged."

  "Do you have a jacket? The hospital gets cold."

  "Yes, Daddy."

  "Do you need any money? I don't like you not having some cash on you."

  "No, Daddy."

  "Layton, give Maybelle some money."

  "How did I get stuck dishing out the dough?" Layton asked, pulling his wallet out of his pocket and handing her five dollars.

  "Because you're the one who works all the time to pay for her Ninja Turtles and Legos. Come on, Scrooge, pry it open," Caine ordered. May giggled as he gestured for more and didn't stop until she had fifty dollars in her hand. "That's better."

  Layton snorted, putting his wallet back into his pants. "Maybelle, you'd better be on perfect behavior today. If I hear one negative thing, I'll—"

  "They're here! I love you!" May said, throwing both a kiss and rushing outside. She hopped into the cab of Ian's truck before her husbands had a chance to catch up.

  "Please let us know if she acts up today. She's in that mood," Layton grumbled. He looked over at Savannah. "So, how did your first spanking go?"

  The girl turned beet red and Caine flicked his brother on the ear. "Don't tease the kid, you jerk. Ian? Drive carefully, and good luck! Thanks again for taking care of our little one. We'll both be by this afternoon to pick her up."

  "We could have a sleepover!" May squealed.

  "I already told you 'no' the last five times you suggested it, so stop," Layton ordered.

  "You're so mean! Daddy, Counsellor Cranky Pants needs some Preparation H or something for his butthole flare-up."

  "Ian, as soon as you get home, put her over your knee for me!" Layton growled.

  "I'll talk to you guys later. Plan on staying for dinner, okay? Maybelle, put your seat belt on and stop pouting. I'm thinking a 'make-your-own-sundae' might be in order when we're done with Savannah's appointments. How does that sound?" Ian said.

  "Awesomesauce!" both girls proclaimed, then broke into fits of giggles.

  "It's so nice having someone to play with," May sighed. "It's almost like having a sister."

  "And an endless supply of Bossy Bigs." Savannah shook her head. "I don't know if I can handle so many. One is hard enough to train."

  "Hey!" Ian protested.

  "Love you, Daddy." Savannah giggled.

  ***

  "I'm freee!" Savannah twirled around in the hospital hallway. "Looky! No more casts and I can yawn again!"

  "Did it hurt to get them off?" May asked, as Savannah linked arms with her and started to skip away despite Ian's commands to return.

  "Nope, but it was scary with the saw the doctor used. Daddy was so nervous that they were gonna cut me. My teeth feel weird, like all marshmallowy," Savannah said.

  "I like that you call Ian 'daddy'. It fits you," May told her.

  "I'm doing it more and more. He seems to really like it, too. I've never seen him smile so much." Savannah started walking faster, taking quick turns as she tried to outrun Ian.

  "You're gonna get spanked if you make Ian chase you," May warned.

  "Don't you ever try to hide from the boys?"

  "All the time, but not always on purpose." She snickered. "I don't push too much because they always threaten to put me on one of those little kid leashes so they don't lose me. They also make me jump up and down when they call me because I'm so short and can't be seen if I'm behind the dress racks."

  "You are short."

  "You're only an inch taller, so there. So tell me what happened last night," May said.

  "He play spanked me," Savannah said in a hushed tone. "And then he did it through the back door!"

  "You had anal sex! Cool! Did you like it?"

  "I came so hard that I thought I was going to split in half. I couldn't believe how incredible it was!"

  "I'm pretty sure that Ian's been working up to it since you came home and Caine put that thought into his head. I told you it was amazing if it was done right, didn't I?"

  "Yeppers. I'm so glad I have you," Savannah said, hugging her. "I don't think I would have kept my sanity if it weren't for you. I've never had a real girlfriend before, and you're lik
e a sister to me. Thank you."

  "I'm glad I have you, too. We have fun together, huh? Uh-oh, Ian's got the stink eye going. You'd better start using your charm. Do it the way I taught you," May whispered, straightening up and attempting to appear innocent as Ian marched up to them.

  "Savannah! I've been calling you for the last twenty minutes and chasing you all over the hospital. Didn't I tell you not to—"

  "I love you, Daddy! So very much. Thank you for taking such good care of me!" Savannah exclaimed, flinging her arms around his rock-solid waist. "I didn't believe that anyone could ever love me so much."

  "You're welcome and I love you, too. No more running off, okay?"

  "Cross my heart!"

  May elbowed her and winked. "There's a sucker in every crowd, huh?" she whispered. "I taught you good!"

  "I heard that, Maybelle," Ian said curtly.

  They arrived home shortly before three that afternoon and pulled up into the driveway at the same time as Layton. He hugged all three and then started commenting about Savannah's 'makeover' as they went inside.

  "What's different about you? Did you do something with your hair? Like brush it?"

  "No, Uncle Layton. And Daddy brushed my hair this morning 'coz I couldn't." Savannah giggled, showing him her castless hands.

  Layton pretended not to notice and tapped his chin. "Hmm, are you wearing make-up? You don't need it, you know. You're already pretty as a picture."

  "No, sir, I'm not wearing make-up. I'm—"

  "Don't tell me! Oh, I know! You have a red bottom!"

  "No, I don't! And you couldn't see it anyway," Savannah said.

  "We can remedy that, you know," Layton suggested, winking at Ian.

  "Nu-uh! Look! I got my casts off and my jaw unwired!"

  "No, that can't be it."

  "Uncle Layton, stop teasing her," May scolded, picking up a roll from the basket. She pitched it straight at him and caught his forehead.

  "Hey! What did I tell you about throwing food at me?"

  "Nuthin'."

  "Nuthin', my ass. You are to get the laundry basket from the garage and go around this neighborhood and pick up one hundred pinecones. I'm tired of telling you not to throw things and maybe after doing this, you'll remember."

  "That's stupid!" May pitched another roll at him, which he caught mid-flight.

  "Good try. You can now make it two hundred. Be back before dark, and for every pinecone under 200, you are getting a stroke of the hairbrush," Layton said.

  "That's not fair!" both May and Savannah argued.

  "You can go with her and help. You'd better hurry, there isn't much time before the sun starts to set," Ian said, grinning.

  "I can't believe this," May grumbled, picking up pinecones and dumping them in the basket. "Spanking is one thing, but when they come up with these inventive punishments, they really suck."

  "What is he going to do with all these pinecones, anyway? It's such a waste of time," Savannah said, placing two cones in the basket.

  "Take it easy with your hands. I know they're still stiff," May cautioned. "He uses them for kindling when we go camping, but nothing else. He's just being a jerk. I bet he's been thinking of this punishment for a long time and has just been waiting for the right time."

  "How many pinecones did you get so far?" Savannah asked after about an hour.

  "A little under a hundred. The gardeners clear them out of the bushes and lawns, and there aren't any good trees to climb to knock more down. I'm screwed. Let's just get home and I'll deal with His Mighty Buttheadedness."

  "Okay. I'm getting tired, anyway."

  The two girls counted the pinecones and had just returned the last one to the basket when a strange car pulled up to the house. With the basket tucked against her hip, May slowly stood up, her eyes narrowed hatefully at the approaching man.

  "What the fuck are you doing here?" she hissed.

  "Maybelle?" He stopped dead in his tracks, his face darkening as he stared back and forth between the two girls.

  "What are you doing here, Dad? And how do you know May?" Savannah demanded.

  "Dad? He's your—this mother fucking sperm donor is your father? Oh, my God! Get in the house and tell the boys. Hurry!" May commanded, her hand around the pinecone. "Take one more step and I swear, I'll put out your fucking eye!"

  "Drop the pinecone, Maybelle. I'm here for my daughter."

  "I'm your fucking daughter, you goddamn son of a bitch!" May screamed, letting loose with a barrage of sharp, dense pinecones. Her aim was true and she pelted him relentlessly in the face, moving too quickly for him to block every pitch.

  "What the hell is going on here?" Layton shouted, stomping up to the man. He ducked as May pitched another pinecone and caught the stranger in the forehead, causing a large gash. "May, stand down! Who are you and what are you doing here?"

  "That's my father," Savannah sobbed, clinging to Ian.

  "How the hell did you get onto this property?" Layton's face was stone hard with rage.

  "Apparently, the bastard was having another family and leaving me to fend for myself," May shouted, rocketing two more pinecones at the disheveled man. One caught Layton on the shoulder.

  "Put the pinecones down, Maybelle. Is this true?" Layton demanded, his tone deadly as he grabbed the man by the shirt. "Are you the fucking asshole who destroyed this girl's life?"

  "I was married! Her mother was a whore and left her with her aunt. It wasn't my fault! Now, get your hands off me before I flatten your ass to the ground."

  "Bull fucking shit!" May screamed, held back by Ian's strong arm. "You collected welfare for me! You… you…" She broke into tears.

  That was all Layton needed to see before his fist collided directly with the man's gut. He was grabbed as he stumbled backwards and Layton landed another punch, catching his jaw in an undercut. A third strike landed across his nose, flattening it against a bleeding cheek and sending the man to the ground.

  "What's going on here?" Carlton shouted from across the street as he raced to stand between the two.

  With his fists still raised, Layton growled, "I'm going to kill him. I'm going to let him know what it feels like to have someone bigger and stronger beat up on him when he can't defend himself. I'm going to—"

  "The police are on their way. Layton, he's not getting up. How many blows did you get in before the knock-out? Three? Wow! Hey, look at me, buddy," Carlton grabbed Layton's face with both hands. "Eyes front! You're raging and need to calm down. Are you with me? Layton!"

  "Where's my little girl? Maybelle!" Layton jerked away and frantically turned to find his wife. She ran to him, sobbing, and buried her face in his chest while clinging to him like a frightened child. He lifted her, squeezing tightly as she wrapped her arms and legs around his body, and kissed her wet face. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm so, so sorry. I know I shouldn't have lost my temper, but the pain he caused you…"

  "You defended me," she wept. "You really defended me. That's what daddies are supposed to do, and you did!"

  "Yes, baby doll, that's exactly what good daddies do for their little ones. I love you so much. So very much," Layton said, his voice choked as he held her. He looked down as another set of arms wrapped around his waist. "Savannah? Honey, are you okay?"

  "All these years he's been living two separate lives and hurting everyone," Savannah blubbered. "He deceived all of us in everything. No wonder my mother couldn't take it anymore. I just feel so violated. Thank you for kicking his ass."

  "Shh, everything is going to be all right now. Caine!" Layton called out to the confused physician as he exited his car.

  "What's going on here? Are the girls all right? Isn't that Savannah's father? I recognize him from a picture Ian gave to the hospital staff and security," Caine said, watching Savannah transfer her grip from Layton's waist to Ian's.

  "I'm guessing he knew about her appointment and followed us from the hospital. He just wasn't prepared for what he received. That little girl of yours need
to be a professional pitcher." Ian tossed a pinecone to him.

  Caine snatched it mid-air. "Pinecones? Maybelle, how many times have I told you—"

  "Don't scold her, you don't know the whole story. Apparently Savannah's father took up residence in both Dallas and Wichita Falls. No one knew the extent to which that scumbag was fucking with the lives of these girls," Layton quickly explained.

  Caine's face darkened in anger and his hands curled into fists. "Are you telling me that the bastard is also May's father? I'm going to kill…"

  "I've already taught him a lesson 'Texas style', little brother. He's toast. The cops are on their way, and Carlton isn't going to let him even try to get off the ground," Layton said.

  "He was just as vicious to Savannah, too, Daddy. Layton defended us and knocked his ass to the ground until he couldn't get up." May sniffed as Layton set her on her feet. She wrapped her arms around Savannah's neck and hugged her tightly, careful of the tender jaw. "We're never going to have to see him again, are we?"

  "Never," Layton promised, waving as two squad cars pulled up to the house. "He's going to be locked away for a good, long time. Well, Ian, I guess this means that you are really part of the family."

  "I guess so. I'm just stunned right now. This is so surreal."

  After the police had left with the girls' father in custody, Caine kissed the top of May's head. "Go into my bag and get some band aids for Layton's knuckles, please. After we make him all better, we can all sit down and have a long talk."

  "You're not kissing my cuts," Layton grumbled, rubbing his split knuckles.

  "Don't worry, you're not cute enough for me to kiss," Caine said.

  "He's cute enough for me to kiss. Watch!" May announced, forcing Layton's mouth down to her lips. "Thank you again for standing up for me. You're my hero."

  "I would do anything for my princess, and you know it. Now go grab those bandages for me, please."

  "What do you want to have a long talk about?" Savannah asked, entwining her fingers in Ian's hand.

  "Well, it seems to me that we have a new family dynamic to celebrate." Caine gestured for them to go inside as May rejoined them and handed him the little box.